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Talk Like a Dove

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September 21st is International Day of Peace or “Peace Day.”

I can’t help but wonder about priorities when a day or so ago, I saw a lot of internet hype over “Talk Like a Pirate Day.” And today, I happened to see Peace Day listed in a single obscure online post.

Granted, that may say more about my own interests and inclinations, as Big Brother of the Internet parses my cursor’s every move and feeds me whatever It thinks I want to see and/or what It wants me to see.  But I’d rather not perceive myself as so simplistic, nor the Internet as so intrusive. No offense to pirates.

At any rate, I’d like to add my voice (figuratively) to the call for world peace, and share with you a favorite video of mine (but not me). “United” by Playing for Change. Enjoy:

From a Different Lifetime

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Silence

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One hand clapping

Today the Daily Post’s one-word prompt is Silence.

I wrote a poem years ago with that title, and will share it here. The poem has a totally different voice and came from a completely (almost) different person than I am today.

I am content with who I am today, and grateful for the journey that got me here. Sometimes it’s a valuable exercise to look back and be reminded from whence one evolved.

Silence

Before ego there was silence.
Then ego emerged, dragged by intangible forceps
from the serene sea of oneness with its maker
into the harsh artificial light of material world.

No wonder ego screamed.

The small, still voice – also part of Oneness –
was drowned out by a raucous cacophony.
Ego began devouring material world like a strident crow
feasting at an overripe dumpster.

I meditate, try to invoke the resurgence of silence,
but my goal eludes me.
I strive to empty my mind,
but ego will not go away.

It careens from synapse to synapse,
ricocheting off every thought mote
that sifts down through my span of consciousness.

Silence is golden (so they say),
but when I fall mute, others worry.
Outwardly I am judged as too quiet.
Inside, ego shouts in derision.

Is silence relative or absolute?
Is there such a thing as too silent?
Or partial silence? (The sound of one hand clapping, perhaps…)
We seldom understand what we hear.
Why would we expect to comprehend silence?

It is not essential to fill every void.
Only ego thinks this way.
Silence is not a void begging to be filled,
but I do beg…

that ego will surrender, and the void in me can be filled
with the still, small voice that is Silence.

~ MCC (@ 2000)

“Somewhere we know that without silence words lose their meaning, that without listening speaking no longer heals, that without distance closeness cannot cure.”
~ Henri Nouwen

Weekend Coffee Share 9/3/16

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If we were having coffee, I’d tell you I can’t believe it’s September already! I suppose a lot of people are feeling that way. The weather has been pleasantly cooler this week, but I know there are still hot days to come before autumn settles in.

Autumn is my favorite time of year, and I have plenty of indoor projects lined up for the rainy season. More painting. More demolishing portions of the house and hoping I can reinstate them. And maybe more whittling:

If we were having coffee, I’d show you my “found art sculpture” that I’ve been whittling on and have decided is finished now. It is a section of wood that I pruned out of a tree, formed by two branches that grew together into a permanent knot.

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Knotted branch pre-whittling.

I didn’t notice the unusual growth until I was gathering the cut branches to put them in the compost bin. Had I seen it before cutting it down, I may have left it to grow, to continue its bonding of two into one. But at least I spotted it in time to save it from being chipped up for mulch.

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Knotted branch post-whittling.

I was going to put a coat of polyurethane on the wood to protect it, but I coated a sample piece of the same type of wood and I don’t like the look or feel of it. So this piece is going to stay au naturale.

I showed it to my sister in-law and she commented on how the feel of the smooth wood is calming. I hadn’t thought of it that way before she mentioned it, but I agree. And I’m glad I stuck to using only my utility knife for the project, instead of sanding it smooth. I think perhaps that affects the feel.

So maybe this is not a piece to be stuck on display and allowed to gather dust. Maybe it’s meant to be interactive. Handled now and again for textile calming and comfort. Admired for the complexity/simplicity of nature.

I know, I know. It’s just a piece of wood. But in that vein, one could also say that Michelangelo’s marble statue of David is just a rock.

And now that I’ve likened myself to Michelangelo, I suppose it’s time to come back to mundane reality. There are dishes to be washed, laundry to be folded, and whittling scraps to be swept up.

Thanks for stopping by and listening to my dissertation on the sublime qualities of a chunk of wood. Feel free to run your hand over the smooth branches on your way out, and have a calm, peaceful weekend.

#WeekendCoffeeShare is generously hosted by Diana at PartTimeMonsterBlog.com.

Pop-top

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I opened my mind once;
pulled that ring on the pop-top lid
and peeled it back.
It made a scritchy noise, that
aluminum on aluminum sound you hear
when you pull the tab on
your favorite cheap canned beer.

My mind hadn’t been opened
in a very long time, and I was curious as to
what might come pouring out.
Imagine my surprise when
I tipped it bottoms up and found
Not. One. Drop.

The thing about opening a parched mind
is that it suddenly realizes just how
thirsty it’s been.
It wants to sate itself with new experiences.
New thoughts, sights, sounds, aromas.
New textures, emotions, connections, insights.
And surprises. It craves the unexpected.

Have you ever tried to replace
a pop-top tab on a can of cheap beer
once the can’s been thoroughly shaken?
With froth shooting out and
liquid overflowing, it’s impossible.

You wouldn’t want to close it back up, anyway.
Once unsealed, if you don’t drink the beverage fresh,
it just goes flat and stale.

I couldn’t close my mind again,
couldn’t make that pop-top tab
fit back into place.
But that’s okay.
If I don’t imbibe these new
experiences while fresh,
they will just go stale and flat.

Let’s raise a toast
to open minds!
(But let’s forego
the cheap canned beer.)

The Daily Post Discover Challenge: Open-Minded

Perspective

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perspective

Those held earthbound
are cheated of the birds-eye views
that put the vastness of life
into greater perspective.

Those perpetually airborne
miss the intimate details
that keep our daily lives
in grounded perspective.

Those who soar
with an eye for potential
and touch down
to solid reality

experience life
with a sound perspective
within which ideas
can take glorious flight.

The Daily Post daily prompt: Cheat

Discovery

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I wanted to get away from it all, even though
I didn’t know what “it all” was exactly.
I just knew it wasn’t where I was,

and it wasn’t
sitting within the same walls and
looking out the same windows and
thinking the same thoughts and
falling into the same rutted patterns
of my daily existence.

I searched for someplace remote
but near civilization,
rustic
but with amenities,
in the wilderness
but not too wild…

and I found it:
a cabin
in the woods
in a forest
that I had thought only existed
in my dreams,

and it was
sitting on a porch
with my closest family members
looking at wildlife and tall trees and mountains in the distance,
thinking more expansively in the vastness of the forest,
falling into new patterns of peaceful companionship,

and while getting away from it all
I discovered that “it all”
is actually a matter of perspective and
is always
exactly where I am.

The Daily Post Discover Challenge: Designed for You
The Daily Post daily prompt: Learning

Eight Things

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Eight things I wouldn’t want to be:

I.  A big fish in a small pond.
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II.  Just another brick in the wall.
8 brick

 

III.  The lone fire hydrant in a dog park.
8 fire hydrant

 

IV.  A sitting duck.
8 sitting duck

 

V.  On a train to nowhere.
8 train

 

VI.  A thorn in someone’s side.
8 thorn

 

VII.  Moss on a rolling stone.
8 moss

 

VIII.  Caught with my back — or butt — against the wall.
8 back to wall

The Daily Post Discover Challenge: The Poetry of List-Making

Couch for One (Plus One)

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A Shared Journey

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 Getting Acquainted

1.8
your “therapist look”
what lies hidden behind that
nonjudgmental mask

2.3
what will she ask me
or will she ask nothing – yet
wait for my reply

2.4
I trust you and yet
I don’t trust myself to know
in whom I can trust

2.18
I wish you’d somehow
relieve me of this shadow
but that’s not your job

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Getting Annoyed

3.4
misconstrued feelings
I end up defending thoughts
that never were mine

3.9
I want to be heard
or so you told me, but then
you didn’t listen

3.10
not satisfying
agreeing to disagree
when I know I’m right

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Getting Serious

3.11
laid to rest for years
you pulled back musty covers
hurts to be laid bare

3.12
heavy question posed;
answers blowin’ in the wind?
or just flighty thoughts?

Ψ

The Response I Didn’t Say Out Loud

3.16
you look down, she said.
yes I am; I don’t know why.
I will try harder.

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Self-Sabotage

3.17
wallowing in mire
wish you could pull me out, but
I know that’s my job

4.12
when things go too well
I feel the need for poison
that’s what she told me

4.13
which poison to choose
self-loathing memory loop
usually works

4.16
walking a thin line
why do I find it so hard
to choose happiness

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Getting Contemplative

5.13
introspection time
I get your words but do I
want to make them mine

5.20
does it matter why
I feel and think as I do?
why yes, yes it does

6.27
what would I have done
if granted a do-over
hard to imagine

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Getting Better?

6.28
what will I do now
each day is a do-over
up to me to choose

6.30
So what now? I asked.
Indeed, what now? she echoed.
I’m hopeful. Kind of.

7.22
rearranged my life
or at least the living room
life is next in line

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The Daily Post Discover Challenge: Shared Journeys